[PRP 1 v 1] For the Love of a Bet (Ahm & Merry)

[Syrie]

"Oh ho, that's a dirty trick love." But he was grinning when she wrapped her legs around him, a grin that only got broader when he felt the incredible lift of her wings, his feet coming away from the mat briefly. Jack but she was strong. And beautiful. And delicious.

The pin-pricks her claws had put into his skin stung but he ignored them, they were nothing compared to what it felt like when she finally dropped them both back to the mat. Merry's solid weight forcing the air from his lungs even while he was putting hands to her hips so as to push or lift her off.

It was fairly ineffectual, thanks to being reduced to wheezing again, but he did manage to buck his hips after he got a few shaky breaths in, see if that'd dislodge the pretty chimera from her grue-seat by twisting and shifting under her.

Granted this was a very distracting position to be in. Clever ghoul.  

[prolixity]

A thump nearby, and Nahm rustled across the floor to crouch off to one side, grinning widely. "Did you win then?" he inquired innocently. "What's the stakes?"  

[Syrie]

Ahm allowed her to move hiis hands but not before he'd given a few more twists to see if he could dislodge the ghoul, just testing and feeling the situation out. When she grinned down at him, he grinned back and chuckled even as he threaded his fingers through hers. "I yield."

The thump of his twin's arrival from his lofty perch made Ahm shift his gaze to his brother. "She chooses where we go for vacation this time." Which he pretty well knew where Merry would want to go - she wasn't subtle - and he was fine with that. Ahm never would have accepted those terms had he not been.

Thumping the tip of his tail against the mat, he looked to Merry again. "Alright beautiful, where're we going?"  

[prolixity]

A quick, gleaming flash of teeth was the only response to Merry's defensive growl - a widening of the smile that wasn't a threat, but a simple and instinctive answer. "Sure you wanna visit the stinky, musty catacombs?" he teased lightly as she settled in. "Get poked and prodded by the relatives?"

Of course she was sure; the question was rhetorical. He sidled a little closer and seated himself cross-legged on the floor, the faint glow of his eyes fixed on the little tableau in front of him.  

[Syrie]

Ahm made a pleased sound that rumbled through his chest almost the way her purring did in her own and brought his hands up to her hips once more, resting lightly and staying fairly proper since they were in a place he wasn't willing to be kicked out of - not yet. Not for canoodling.

"Should be interesting." He would need to inform their Grandfather that they'd be returning to the clanhold...and bringing an "honoured guest" along, but that wasn't a problem. "See some nice glowing mold..."  

[prolixity]

Nahm made a scratchy pleased hum as Merry climbed into his lap and allowed himself to be likewise scentmarked, resting the point of his chin on the top of her head and looking over to meet Ahm's eyes in silent conference. One of them would have to write the letter, but they would work out its contents together. Later.

He rubbed a hand over Merry's back, between her wings. "Let's. Got some things to ... discuss, don't we then."

Syrie

Beejoux

 

[Syrie]

Once Merry shifted into Nahm's lap. Ahm rolled up so he was sitting close enough to stroke at the feathers of her vibrant wings idly, eyes focused on his twin's. There would be much planning for this trip - but that was no matter, it would be done. Ahm would probably need to write it, since he was technically the heir...and the one who was generally better at the formal language their grandfather preferred (even if they mostly didn't use it as a means of annoying the old Grue).

"We do." Unencumbered by glorious chimera, he rose first and dusted himself off from the spar. "Come then, let's." Ahm would wait for Merry and Nahm and they could leave the gym together.

Prolixity

Figure this is a good end, aye?

Beejoux

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